After a week or so I decided that I would never have a relationship with another man but it would be nice to experience a guy looking at me with desir... or flirt with me. Over the years I had stopped dressing up to impress John and dressed more like his cleaning lady. Despite this I still had my slim figure and the one thing that always got me a lot of attention at school and college were my D cup breasts. I decided that it was time for a new look and John always urged me to take the credit card. “I hope you aren’t worried about your car. Joe is a good guy, and I know he will sort it out,” Hughie assuredly informed me, as he relaxed on the sofa.“So, without any gay clubs or bars in the town, where does the action happen?” I cheekily asked.“I have heard that there are a few camping sites, but the police are very active here, so I would not advise any of them,” Hughie countered, before adding, “But now that we have met, I am not going to tell you where they are.”“Why not?” I playfully. Kissing the back of her neck, he pumped his hardening cock inside of her, wishing he could stay. “If I kill these fucks quick enough, I can get back here to spend more time with you.”She sucked in through her teeth, wiggling her hips to try to dislodge from him. He held her to him with one hand, remaining inside her pussy until she stopped struggling. “I’d rather you just not kill anyone,” she complained.He laughed, patting her belly, “And I’d rather you be an obedient slave that stays out of. I guess not, Don. Not exactly." Julie fought her timid inclination to forget the whole thing. "But there's something I have to tell you. Something you won't want to hear." Oh?" Don braced for what he thought she was about to say. "I don't usually get as drunk as I was last night, Julie. I hope I didn't misbehave?" It's about Joan, Don. It's... like... she's not a good wife." The girl had difficulty in speaking."Why do you say that, Julie?" Don was thoroughly puzzled. What could the girl.